User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-7207319-20150205200008/@comment-2246928-20160312192120

"Well, mebbe..." The shrew slowly began to realize as his scowl deepened that they were wasting time. Who knows what had happened at the Abbey by now, or worse, what torment the Abbess had gone through? The longer they tarried, the more likely she was dead. And if he and Rufonn died, well... all the worse. A scheme began to form in desperation. "May'aps so's we kin tell ye about sumthin', eh? Mayhaps sumthin' else ye can set a fire to... wid more beasts involved. More screams 'n' fun."